Game of Life

Writer: Ryan Connolly, Co-writer: Conner Mcwatters

Game of Life

My daddy looked me in the eye,
His face full of tears,
A long proud expression,
of granddaddy’s years,

He said it’s time to teach you what I know,
But the rest will be on your own,
From the highest highs to the lowest lows,
I don’t want to hear you bitch and moan,
About the things in life you can’t control,
But if you choose to walk this line,
This is what to know.

Step up, to the game of life,
Your either gonna strike out or hit a pop fly,
It doesn’t matter swing the bat son to stay alive,
Dirt and grime you can take anytime,
Don’t be afraid of sweat or blood,
Cuz at the end of the day,
Its your name,
That will carry on.

Cuz it ain’t about that cheque you make,
Or what you have to show,
It’s the dreamer inside, the dreamer inside
That will tell you where to go
So step up and don’t be afraid to let your colors show,
And swing that bat till your heart beats flat,
The dream is all you know
Strike 1,
Strike 2
Do you have it in you?
To stay alive and push on threw?
Cuz home plates in view, your focused in tune,
There’s only one thing left to do,

Step up, to the game of life,
Your either gonna strike out or hit a pop fly,
It doesn’t matter swing the bat son to stay alive,
Dirt and grime you can take anytime,
Don’t be afraid of sweat or blood,
Cuz at the end of the day,
Its your name,
That will carry on.

So when I’m feeling tired and lazy,
When my joints are worn and torn,
I think of him,
I saddle up…..and carry on.

Step up, to the game of life,
Your either gonna strike out or hit a pop fly,
It doesn’t matter swing the bat son to stay alive,
Dirt and grime I can take anytime,
I aint afraid of sweat or blood,
Cuz at the end of the day,
Its my name,

Can ya… Step up, to the game of life,
Your either gonna strike out or hit a pop fly,
It doesn’t matter swing the bat son to stay alive,
Dirt and grime you can take anytime,
Don’t be afraid of sweat or blood,
Cuz at the end of the day,
Its your name,
That will carry on.